Day's Passing

***** A Day's Passing *****

thin, crisp, white clouds
like cottons soft and fleecy.
twain kites, red and turquoise
like flags waving freely.

the air was cool and refreshing
as it caressed the best of me.
the sky, a pond so clear-looking,
poured forlorn poetry down every tree.

a star made the midas' touch
to make the sundown's scene
a chef-d'ouvre of light and light.
ah, what a beautiful sight!